She

She can’t see past the critical voices telling her she will never amount to anything. She has no support. No cheerleader to remind her to decide what to do from the perspective of a person who loves themselves. She prefers to be angry at them all and focus on the reflection. It’s too hard to accept what it tells her, for now. I can feel her pain and the energy she is capable of. I’m sending her love and light and positive energy right now. Holding a space for her to step into. She is fearful and depressed and in pain. I’m feeling it. I’m confident in her ability to recall. To get mad. Get angry and get her life back. To remember that she is an old soul who is here to play the game. To stay in her heart. To stay grounded and connected. To find her higher self. Her spiritual self who knows. The voice of truth inside her.